She moves like a ghost
Sleepless eyes and weathered bones
She is glass, and stone, and all things in between
And so it seems
That she floats amongst the falling leaves
She is all the places that I have ever been

So maybe you're a bluebird, darling
Tearing through the darkness of my days
Maybe you're a drop of water
Running down the lines upon my face

A thought from a dream
She is the light I've always seen
A raging fire, rolling down the street
And a port in the storm
An everlasting sort of warmth
I see her eyes in every soul I meet

So maybe you're a bluebird, darling
Tearing through the darkness of my days
Maybe you're a drop of water
Running down the lines upon my face

You pull me from this
World that can seem loveless
Soil that steals my one chance
Of ever breaking free

So maybe you're a bluebird, darling
Tearing through the darkness of my days
Maybe you're a drop of water
Running down the lines upon my face